The tenderness of a lover, hard planes against her soft breasts, sweet nothings whispered in her ear, deft fingers touching her where nobody had ever been before, pain and pleasure and euphoria overcoming her. Hermione Granger craves for something she doesn't know yet. Until she does. (crossposted on my ao3 account @ dancingincircles)

Kit Fellowes and Sirius Black have the strangest of the relationships, she thinks. Not close enough to call him a friend, not strangers enough to define him just an acquaintance. Something clipped when they first met, that linked them to each other in a way either of them could explain. And she finds out she doesn't actually mind. And neither does he, really. (crossposted on ao3)

1995. Indya Berenice Carter-Lynch ha diciotto anni e si è appena diplomata a pieni voti alla scuola di Magia e Stregoneria di Hogwarts, e l'unica cosa a cui riesce a pensare è alla solitudine che l'aspetta una volta a casa. Anche se ormai non sa più cosa significhi casa per lei. Perciò, quando Albus Silente la convoca per farle un'offerta particolare, Indya non può che accettare.